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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

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Join us Saturday, April 5th, for Hogtied, a queer country night at @precinctdtla Music by @djrickdominguez NO COVER.

So come on over, sugar. Stroll these streets with me. Grab a coffee at The Busy Bee, breathe the odd scents of Cottonwood Lane, and hug a mural at Bellview. Just remember what Moolaadé whispers – "No one leaves behind." And hey, life's too short not to laugh at our missteps, right?

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